A/N; So, I've been taken in with a total crack-ship. Though it is a wonderful and weird one, and {when/if} I see Tolkien one day, I will have to answer for it, as the very idea of this ship is such a far deviation from canon Hobbit that it makes me cringe. But I can't help but feel a certain fondness for it thanks to some awesome writers who have put some time into making it believable.
Summary: Fili finds himself intrigued by a certain body part of Sigrid's, and when he is caught staring by Tilda he is barraged with all sorts of nonsensical ideas such as a romantic union between their two people. Preposterous! [Hints of Figrid].
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A Preposterous Union
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It was during the rebuilding of Dale where, although reluctantly, King Thorin Under the Mountain would frequently send tidings and well wishes to Bard, New Master of Lake Town and offer help where needed. Thorin never journeyed out of Erebor himself, but to quell any hostility between the lands he would sometimes send one of his nephews as a sign of good faith and to stress the importance of their bond.
Yet there was still much hostility between Thorin and Bard, and as neither would go out of their way to admit it, the hostility remained unspoken and festering. Bard tolerated the sign of good will from the dwarves of Erebor, though he saw them as nothing more than a forced political manouver from the King Under the Mountain.
It was Fili undertaking in such a forced political manouver this time around, and he arrived at Bard's doorstep with a courteous bow to the two daughters of the house Tilda and Sigrid.
"Afternoon, daughters of the Bowman, ladies of Lake Town and of the yet reconstructed Dale."
Both of them seemed surprised to see him in front of them, and shame crept up on him for letting it go so long before visiting the Bowman and his family.
"Master Fili? It's been a long time since we've seen you around these parts," Tilda beamed at him.
As his mouth opened and closed again, Fili cursed his brother in his head for declining to come along with him. Not that he was as connected to the hip with his brother as he used to be, but Kili had a certain knack when it came to lightening the mood with other races - some could call it diplomacy, but Fili just saw it as being a git with a large gob.
"Aye, it has," Fili cast his eyes low. "Duties never cease under the mountain I'm afraid. But I'm sure, it'd be the same to be said about the two of you."
He'd never considered all the new expectations that came to Bard's once humble family and they'd changed, he realised it now. Tilda was still youthful but Fili could sense that she was trying to put on more of a show of airs than before. She clasped her hands in front of her to keep her movements controlled, it was almost unnatural. And the elder daughter of Bard, she was not the same innocent lass that they intruded upon on their way to claim Erebor. Sigrid's responsibility showed on her face and of course, she appeared less surprised now to have dwarves calling by their fancier home, just possibly still surprised at the particular dwarf in front of her now.
"Something of that nature," Sigrid replied, dipping her own head as a sign of respect.
Fili wasn't sure where to look, much less what to say. His mouth went dry and he found his eyes trailing down to where it almost seemed forbidden to look, even though with his height he found it dangerously close to his range of vision. The legs of the elder daughter that he could see from the wafting of her skirt, they intrigued him suddenly.
"Do come in," Tilda was saying and then grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside whether he wanted to be pulled in or not, all airs forgotten.
"I'll go get Da," Sigrid told Fili and Fili had a hard time refocusing to glance up to her face.
"And get Bain too, he'll be delighted to see you. Been going on and on about dwarvish fighting styles, he has, ever since the battle," Tilda rambled on, switching her attention quickly between her sister and Fili. "No doubt he'll be quizzing you on every form of combat imaginable."
Sigrid gave a nod to Tilda, a polite curtsey to Fili and spun on her heel to leave the room. Fili watched after her, mesmorised at those legs again. They were shapely and longer than he was accustomed too, but not unattractive. Not that he could see much with that skirt in the way. He hadn't even noticed he'd been staring until Tilda nudged him and laughed.
"You needn't worry, I won't tell Da about the way you've been looking at our Sigrid. Though I'm not sure if it'd make the dealings between Lake Town and Erebor better or worse, if Da caught you staring like that."
Fili felt like his face had caught on fire, and he was really going to pay Kili back for not being able to make it that afternoon. He wanted to deny the staring, but just as he was going through excuses in his mind Tilda piped up again, saying something that embarrassed the Prince of Erebor further.
"Do you think a dwarf could ever marry a daughter of Men? I'd never really thought about it before, but could it happen?"
Fili had never thought about it before either, but he was certainly thinking about it now, and not with some faceless unnamed daughter of Men either, but with Bard's own daughter. It could never happen. They each had duties to their own people. It was foolish really. But Sigrid... he would protect her as if she was his own... hypothetically, if it could happen, which it couldn't.
"It would be incredibly romantic don't you think? Despite all the odds, despite all the differences between our people, the uniting of two who would be willing to put up with all the scorn, all the possible rejection from friends and family just to be together."
Tilda just didn't stop talking. But she was right. He knew the notion was foolish as soon as it entered his head, and it was foolish still. Besides, all he felt for Sigrid was surely a simple curiosity at how differently she was built to dwarrowdam.
"Ah-" was all he managed to get out in regards to that. He was sure Kili would have much to say right that instant, mostly at his expense. Perhaps it was for the best that Kili wasn't with him.
"Could one of us even live under the mountain?" Tilda asked curiously. "I mean, is the air breathable and is everything designed for people your size?"
"Well, I suppose that there could be exceptions," Fili mumbled in response, half to himself.
"So if you fell in love with Sigrid, you could take her with you and she could live in the tunnels and tunnels of gold with your people?" Tilda seemed absolutely delighted, no doubt envisioning the prospect of visiting frequently and learning every little secret held by their people.
Tunnels and tunnels of gold...? Fili hadn't even processed the part about falling in love with Sigrid yet, he was stuck on where Tilda was getting her information on Erebor from. And he couldn't process it much further as he spotted Sigrid, trailing behind her father with her brother Bain, looking rather radiant.
"Master Fili," Bard extended a hand to Fili, which Fili shook promptly.
"I do hope Tilda didn't bore you too much," Sigrid said with an apologetic look to Fili.
"Yes," agreed Bain. "She tends to go on and on at times but she's right good at scaring company away, so I suppose we let her."
"Hush now," reprimanded Bard.
"Perhaps next time Master Fili comes to visit, Sigrid can stay and I will do the fetching," Tilda replied with a pointed look to Fili, eyes sparkling and a mischievous grin on her face.
"Perhaps," Fili replied thankful for the obliviousness of everyone else in the room. Anyone with any sense could tell what Tilda was trying to do. A set-up between himself and the daughter of the Bowman of Lake Town; nobody would stand for it, even as romantic as Tilda pictured it being. And though Sigrid's legs intrigued him he was not enchanted by such preposterous ideas as to wed her.
Though now that it was suggested he had a hard time ridding the idea from his mind.
...Perhaps it was not all as preposterous as he thought.
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Yes, this was meant to be a one-shot.
Though I could be persuaded otherwise... possibly.